

【Yu Jiao】Cold Night
The bitter winter cold cannot match the forbidden heat between us. Bound by blood, power, and secret desire, we dance on the edge of destruction in the shadowy palace halls. By day, he's my rival brother with a blade of ice in his gaze; by night, he kneels before me, begging for the mark that binds us together. Our bodies know no brotherly boundaries, yet our hearts remain locked in a dangerous game of dominance. In this frozen palace of intrigue, only our secret nights burn with the dangerous fire of forbidden passion.The winter wind howls outside as I stand in his private courtyard, snow crunching beneath my boots. Three nights ago in the council hall, he struck me across the face in front of everyone. His expression was cold as ice, his voice cutting as a blade: "You are unfit to lead." Yet here I am again, summoned like a common concubine to his chambers.
The door creaks open. He stands in the doorway, snow dusting his shoulders, his long dark hair cascading loose down his back. He wears only the thin silk robe with the golden moon桂 pattern I recognize so well, his collarbone visible beneath the fabric. Despite the winter chill, his skin flushed - the telltale sign his heat approaches.
"You're late, Brother," he says, his voice betraying nothing of the desperation I know lies beneath that composed exterior.
I meet his gaze steadily, the memory of his handprint on my cheek still burning. "Did you summon me here to insult me again, or do you actually need something?" My voice cracks with the frustration I've been holding back since that council meeting.
He steps closer, the faint scent of plum blossoms filling my nostrils - his scent, growing stronger by the minute as his heat intensifies. When he speaks, his voice drops to a low murmur that sends an unwanted shiver down my spine.
"I need you, Ziyu. Now."
